Terence rushed over to help him.
"You've been lying down for weeks. Do you know how much I was heartbroken? Just like three years ago, I can't use my hands anywhere..."
Terence's voice trembled as if reflecting his stiff heart.
In front of his close friends, he finally showed signs of relief that began to soften.
"What about Dea?"
Cesare's gaze swept through the room.
His last memory was when he refused a second oracle at the imperial palace.
The stiff energy weighed down and crushed him, and he lost consciousness in gradual pain.
"...Her Highness now in the imperial palace."
"Imperial Palace?"
"It's the Emperor's call."
At Terence's words, Cesare's eyes sank all at once.
Even if he doesn't add any words, he doesn't know what would have happened while Cesare was out of his mind.
And it was not difficult to guess what kind of criticism and pressure Medea must have endured.
"Cesare, where are you going?"
Terence caught him as he tried to pass him.
"Gallo accompanied Her Highness. She also took all the facades with her. So it won't be a big deal."
"Isn't it going to be a big deal?"
Cesare's voice rang coldly.
It had not been long since he got up from his seat, and there were still traces of the divine punishment.
However, his unique, intimidating demeanor remained unchanged.
He knows how despicable a person who has shared his blood and flesh can become.
He doesn't know what harm the Emperor will do to her by using his life as a weakness, so how can he stand still?
When Cesare remembered the green eyes that had swayed before he lost consciousness, something in his heart seemed to sink somewhere.
"I'm going to the Imperial Palace."
***
However, by the time Cesare arrived at the imperial palace, Medea had already left.
"I think the carriages have been staggered. I got some news from Gallo. He's going to the villa."
Terence, who accompanied him with his friend's worries, had a note from Gallo a while ago in his hand.
It also wrote what kind of demands Perdiccas II made to Medea.
"..."
Cesare, who had snatched the parchment, turned around.
"Where are you going, not going back to the palace!"
Before Terrence could catch his breath, he soon had to follow his friend as he strode away.
Imperial Palace.
"Oh, Your Highness, the 1st Prince...! Uh. How!"
The palace attendants who found Cesare swallowed their breath.
This is because the First Prince, who was on the verge of death, was standing in front of them.
"After all, I thought you would recover safely. His Majesty wasn't the only one worried-"
"Get out of the way."
With an icy voice, Cesare slammed the door.
Kung!
When Perdiccas II finally calmed down his anger towards his daughter-in-law.
As if laughing at that moment of equanimity, the door opened like an explosion.
It was like a gust of wind.
"Cesare, you!"
A cry rang out, unknown whether it was joy or anger.
Perdiccas II's eyes swept over Cesare's head to toe.
Rather than the affectionate gaze of a father who is worried about his children.
It was more like a merchant who was about to make a deal, checking for defects in his own handmade goods.
"Now that you have come back alive at the crossroads of life and death, is your father no longer visible?"
Perdiccas II frowned and snapped.
"Father also seems to have grown old over time."
Cesare also did not say anything about old-fashioned greetings.
He took a step closer to the throne. He was no longer expressionless.
The golden eye that seemed to penetrate the opponent faced the Emperor.
"You told me to take my wife away and raise her child by another woman."
An icy voice echoed through the space, and at the same time, the Emperor was stunned by the anger that was growing in his heart.
Cesare knows what the oracle means to Medea.
To Medea, who was enduring the pressure alone after he lost consciousness, the Emperor's words were...
'Didn't it feel like she was repeating the nightmare of her past life?'
Thinking about it made his stomach boil.
Cesare's hands wriggled nervously without realizing it.
"Hah! It's not that I didn't say anything inappropriate, but did they come so early? Yes, that's what I said. What can I do!"
Perdiccas II raised his voice.
"It was for you. You have lost your life, and are on the verge of death, so how can I stay still as a father!"
Cesare's eyes sank coldly.
"I never wished for it. I don't know why someone who has never been unfaithful is now trying to pretend to be a father."
Perdiccas II's face was distorted.
"What? You may be drunk on a good relationship and turn away from the fate of the empire, but I, the Supreme being, can't!"
The Emperor slammed the golden staff on the ground.
"Still, I tried to be fair and look ahead to you. It's the Valdina who kicked the opportunity I gave them!"
Just thinking of Medea a while ago, Perdiccas II became enthusiastic again.
"That said, she doesn't care if you die! Without blinking an eye, she said he would go back to Valdina with your child!"
At that moment, Cesare's jaw stiffened.
Return to Valdina.
Medea is about to give up on him.
'How did I get it?'
After knocking on the straight and thick wall endlessly, he was barely allowed to be by her side.
The man in front of him instantly destroyed the affection that he had finally gained.
Woojijik, the tinnitus that was breaking seemed to ring in Cesare's ears.
"You bastard! Now I know what kind of fool woman your beloved is!"
The life that jumped out in an instant was unrefined and faced the Emperor. Cesare's hands wriggled.
It was when a black aura was about to form under the back of his hand.
Boom!
With the intense bursting sound of the vase breaking, Perdiccas II's voice also stopped.
"I beg you. The old man's hand slipped."
Cesare turned his head...
In the place of the shattered vase stood the Marquis of Eratosthene.
His expressionless face was not directed at the Emperor, but at Cesare.
Even though they had never met each other's eyes, and turned away from each other's existence.
'So, come to your senses.'
Cesare read the meaning.
Eratosthenes knew that just now Perdiccas II had almost lost his life to his enraged eldest son.
The two of them knew that breaking the bottle a moment ago to arouse the situation was proof that they would not tolerate it.
"Ha. The Marquis is still loyal to the imperial family."
Cesare's golden eyes, which had been bursting with flames for a while, were immediately extinguished.
Mockery erupted between the sculptural mouths staring at Eratosthenes.
It was a sharper laugh than in front of the Emperor a moment ago.
'Yes, we haven't had a drop of blood mixed with each other.'
It would be surprising if the Marquis suddenly stood on the opposite side of the line and tried to protect the Emperor.
It was also contradictory to say with his own mouth that he had abandoned all his expectations of people and to expect something from the old man that his own father.
Was it a once-time affection, and was there any certainty that Eratosthene would not drive him to death, even though it was just a fleeting affection?
"You have to tell the truth, Father. You're worried about your well-being, not this country."
Cesare turned to Perdiccas II.
The momentary murderous intent that bloomed in his hands had subsided before he knew it.
However, that did not bode well for Perdiccas II.
"Stealing the throne from your nephew, having an affair with your brother's wife, and even driving your own blood-related children into fratricide, all of this truly for the sake of the country. Even a dog would laugh at this."
Because he had to endure his son's harsh words, which were passed on to him through his mouth.
"You put the national fortune on your terrible selfishness every time... Tsk, aren't you afraid of the wrath of your ancestors who will be punished for putting dirty footprints on Katzen's name?"
In exactly the same way that Medea stabbed Perdicass II deep into his lungs a moment ago.
"Yes, you bastard...!"
However, even if it is the same thing, it seems that the attack on the vein was definitely more painful for Perdiccas II.
The Emperor even took a breath for a moment.
"But don't worry. I will read the anger of my ancestors well. I am a different race from birth."
Cesare mocked the Emperor, clutching his chest, as if he could not see it.
"I will not betray my wife like you, nor will I treat her like old clothes that I wear when I am cold and throw away when I am hot, nor will I let her rot like a dry old tree."
"What, what?"
"In life and death, my only wife is Medea. I would like to kindly say this one last time with your blood flowing through my body."
Cesare walked over and leaned down.
Then he whispered relatively affectionately in the Emperor's ear.
"Even if you are reborn, you will never understand or act on this noble faith."
"You, you!"
"So, stop now. When I haven't forgotten my flesh and blood yet."
"You crazy bastard! Oh! I'm your father! I gave birth to you, raised you! To tell your father that kind of mess!"
"Did you raise me?"
A sharp retort erupted from Cesare.
"You raised me well... All I did was fight and throw away..."
Cesare seemed to brush over Eratosthene for a moment, and then his gaze returned to the Emperor.
"It was the late Empress who raised this beast as a human."
"Hey, hey...!"
At that moment, the Emperor was speechless.
The Emperor himself knows best that no matter what excuse he makes, he cannot deny that fact.
"Don't worry. I know so well that I am your son that sometimes I want to pour out all the dirty blood that flows through my body and erase it."
Perdicas II was tired of turning blue.
It was the first time he had heard such unfiltered sincerity from Cesare.
"I will now withdraw. I have to go see my wife, so leave these maggots only to Your Majesty's side."
Cesare turned around without hesitation.
There was no expectation or excitement.
Sitting shabbily on the throne, Perdiccas II, disfigured by the rain of blades, looked pitifully confused.
"This guy! I'm the supreme ruler of this country! As a son! As a subject! No matter what I say, you must obey! Dare! How dare you!"
The Emperor shouted at his son's back as he walked away.
The crown on his head rattled precariously.
Bang-!
However, all that came back was the sound of the door closing loudly.
"Yes, you bastard! Call him right away! What are you doing! Run quickly. Cesare, drag that damn bastard!"
Perdiccas II went on a rampage.
"Your Highness, the 1st Prince! Your Highness!"
"Hurry up and drag him here! You stupid things!"
The attendants squatted and ran out of the imperial palace due to the Emperor's hysteria.
How can a couple take turns pushing His Majesty away like this?
From the First Princess to the First Prince, it seemed that they were determined to blow the Emperor's head one after another."
"Please hold on, Your Majesty."
At that moment, Eratosthenes' calm voice sounded, and the rest of the attendants looked up at him as if they had found a savior.
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